When I was a girl, if I complained about something to my Catholic grandmother, she would tell me to "offer it up," for the poor souls in purgatory. What she meant was, if I was upset or hurting, instead of focusing on my predicament, I could use it to create some good, by directing my attention to someone else who needed help. But that didn't make much sense to me. I just didn't see how ... continue reading >>
The Healing Power of Compassion
Wretched morning with our daughter Bridget this morning. Preadolescent angst and hormones combined with Bridget’s developmental delays and difficulty articulating what she is feeling, mixed together with my own adult worries over things that have nothing to do with her. It did not make for the best start of the day. I did not like who I was being this morning. As I watched myself start ... continue reading >>